you wrote your poetry
blue on white
a daisy, your pen
until grey streaks pushed
your kind aside
deeper and deeper
into the edges
pulling petals apart
a litany to tiny ends
the wilt of a berry
on your breast
rebirth it's red
this new ink
the leaves your pages
poetry, your breath.
Audrey: I am honored and thrilled to be featured---I feel like my poetry is shifting right now--or I as a poet am shifting--one or the other or both--anyway, something of the old is being left behind as the new starts to take more focus--this piece was about that process for me--it feels like a loss of some kind, and I am uncertain right now where this shift is taking me--but I am trusting that it will be a good place for me--
Sherry: It is always interesting, when things start shifting within. Would you tell us a bit about this inner shift?
Sherry: Sometimes these shifts can feel discombobulating, but I view them as very positive, personally, as it means growth is happening. And I think the most authentic poems, the ones we respond to most strongly, are the ones that speak the poet's truth.
We will watch where your work takes you with interest, Audrey. You posted another poem recently that I found a very positive response to the political climate we are struggling with these days. Let's take a look:
i awoke to a world gone mad
and though i didn't want to,
i cried with each step this morning,
picked up worn linen
woven in youth's innocence
its nubs a part of its landscape
i will reweave it
make it stronger
though you may shout your imprecations
loudly in my ear
i will not falter
i will not halt
i will not hate
so that our children
need not fear
Sherry: We are being set back 50 years. At my age, I feel very tired, from all the overcoming. Sigh.
I love "I will not hate so our children need not fear." That really speaks to me, my friend. But it is hard to hold onto hope.I find your work strong and powerful; you seem to be tapping into a deep well these days. Thanks so much for sharing your poem and your thoughts with us today, and where you are at on your journey.
This fall, Annell shared a pensive poem about memories of past summers, that I think you will find very moving.
Annell: Thanks for asking for this poem, and for giving me the opportunity to talk about it, and what I was thinking.
you will often find them there)
when you hold it to your ear, you can still hear the sounds of summer)
there is a certain sadness in this idea)
with silver thread that cannot be broken)
which came too soon)
they pop up unexpected anytime)
we did have together)
until I can see it no more, you have gone to a place I cannot follow….yet)
the afternoon light
that creates that line to you)
(perhaps I speak to myself, or maybe to you)
what I say to you, you will know how much I loved you) hoping you will hear